Here, hold my eggplant
Today’s date with my daughter at the farmers market was to start bright and early at 8 am, per her request. The little darling overslept, leaving me there to people-watch for over an hour which is a bad move. I’ve since decided ‘opening time’ at the farmer’s market isn’t necessarily the best time for yours truly to arrive. Why? Because this is when all the skinny little vegan people are scurrying about, looking desperately hungry, frail and cold. It’s not hard for me to spot ’em – their beady little accusing eyes attempting to size me up tends to give me the creeps. The women’s ponytails are pulled so tight it could actually serve as a breast-lift. Instead of one canvas tote, they’re carrying three or four – still requiring a dump of the first load in their car before going back in for another round. With stern expressions, they complete their mission like a well-oiled machine. Truth is, I guess I’m more of the I’m hungover, slept ’til noon and decided to come out in my pajamas® type. Sue me.
So that’s my observation on spotting a vegan. I also learned something today from babygirl – it appears I’ve mispronounced ‘vegan’ all my life (for the short time I’ve known what they were, anyway). Apparently the correct pronunciation is vee’-gan, with a long e and hard g. I like my own pronunciation better, which is ve’-jan, with a short e and soft g. This just makes more sense to me – it sounds short for vegetable, which is what they eat, right? Vee’-gan sounds too much like a monster or witch or something. So I think I’ll keep saying ve’-jan.
I’m just having a little fun here, so if you’re one of ‘them’ I’m sure I hope you don’t resemble the vast stereotype I witnessed today. Word… I just might have joined forces with you if I didn’t enjoy my meat so [very very] much. Then again, I could never give up that extra-heavy leather coat I got for Christmas that still permeates an entire room with the most pungently aromatic leather smell everrrrr. Pure Heaven, I tell you.
Off to cook my chicken. And zucchini. And squash. And corn. Did I mention I’m having chicken?
Life of Bon 
Skinny little vegan people .. hee hee
February 18, 2012 at 9:40 pm
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February 19, 2012 at 3:38 pm
Zucchini grilled. If not at least baked, olive oil, touch of oregano . Like as pizza topping too.
February 19, 2012 at 6:07 am
Mmmm, making me hungry all over again Carl!
February 19, 2012 at 3:39 pm
Hahaha … Seriously though, I hope you didn’t provoke any of those stereotype vejan. Aw, VeGan, I should say. I’m actually planning to be one. I’ve successfully given up pork four years ago, but BEEF is something I just can’t – yet (?). See, your leather coat is no different from my precious beef. Therefore, I doubt if I can. 🙂
February 21, 2012 at 2:20 am
I mean, I hope you didn’t provoke any of those stereotype vejans. Aw, VeGans, I should say.
February 21, 2012 at 2:25 am
Hahahaha!! You totally get me!! Beef? Mmm, an all-time favorite. In all seriousness though, I’m just having a little fun with the stereotype. Fact is I just love meat – and believe it’s the reason I was born with extra-large incisors. 🙂
February 21, 2012 at 7:27 am
Yeah, Bonnie. I got it. 😉
February 21, 2012 at 7:30 am
My dear friend, I’m sorry it took a while for me to get back to you, ACTUALLY, each of you in the blogosphere. Here’s the reason why:
http://yobynos.wordpress.com/2012/05/24/the-wandering-feet-mind-to-the-center-of-the-east/
I promise to get back you to you as soon as I can.
May 25, 2012 at 11:53 am